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it streamed in from his room's window. It made her hair look like transparent gold, as it lay there draped partially over her face. It really was a shame that he had to wake her. Not only did she look so good sleeping, but he was sure she was most likely dreaming, and of course he was missing it.

    Yet, it was a new day. There were things that needed to be done. They had to come up with a plan. She couldn't hide in his house forever, no matter how tempting the idea was. Sooner or later, whoever those agents worked for were going to come looking for him. He had driven the SUV outside of town and hidden it out in the woods, but he was sure they would find it eventually, probably in not very long at all, then they would come looking for who had killed their people.

    The good news was that he doubted they would think it was Heather. That would mean someone else in the area was a bigger liability than her, or at least he hoped they would. There was no way they would think that a teenage boy could have taken their CIA agents out, assuming they actually were CIA. What did he know? He had no idea what was going to happen. The shit was going to hit the fan. That was all he knew for sure. Agents or criminals, did it matter? Someone was going to be pissed, and he was smack dab in the middle of it. Him and Heather both.

    Well, whatever happened, at least he was with her. He couldn't ask for more than that. Now however, he needed her up, and a plan.

    "Heather." He shook her and she moved, actually, she stretched.

    "Heather, are you awake?" Her eyes snapped open, and her entire body tensed. A moment later she sat straight up and looked around the room, confused.

    "Where...Where am I?" She asked

    "It's okay. You're safe for now."

    "Brian?" She looked up at him, her face clouding as if she were trying to remember something.

    "Are you hungry, Heather? I have some food downstairs, if you would like to eat."

    It was as if a light went on in her head at that moment. The confused look disappeared, and worry took its place.

    "Mama? Mama!" She shouted then, jumped off the bed so quickly that it startled Brian into inactivity. The teenage girl ran down the stairs and looked like she was heading for the front door.

    "Heather, no! Don't go out there!"

    But it was already too late, as he heard the front door slam open and Heather's voice calling out for her parents, likely running across the street toward her house. Brian walked to his window and looked out as she reached her front porch. A few seconds later, she was inside her house, he assumed looking for her parents. Now what? What was he supposed to do now? If anyone was watching, they now knew she was here. Brian looked up and down the street from his window. He didn't see anyone heading for the girl's house. Of course, they could already be in there waiting for her. In fact, she could already be in their custody, and any second now a fleet of black SUVs could come screaming up the street to take her away and anyone else stupid enough to be involved with her. Well, if that was the case, then he really didn't have any real choices. He had better hurry over there and get ready for his ride.

    The first thing he heard when he entered the house was Heather crying. He found her in what he assumed was her parents' bedroom. She was sitting there on the edge of the bed, oddly enough holding a red bathrobe and crying into it.

    "Heather?" He asked, hoping he wasn't intruding.

    "They didn't even give them time to put it on." She sobbed at him

    "The robe?" he asked.

    "Why did they take them away Brian?”

    What was he supposed to say to her? He had no idea what was going on. He didn't have anyone to ask for help. All he had was his aunt, and he only saw her these day's when she would drop off his shipment. What was that once, maybe twice a week? Sometimes it would be once a month if the supply was big enough. Then he wouldn't see her for so long, he wondered if she would show up when he was